01/24/22
Age 13
It's dark.
The darkness consumes me
as I wait for a bright light
to come to save me
yet desperately it never does,
why does the light never come?
I'm just left to run?
Am I here to die?
Nowhere here to hide.
I think about the light,
desperate to find the way,
Why won't it save the day?
I can't find the way,
why isn't anyone, anything,
coming to be my bright light
to show me the way?
It's dark.
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𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈
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